The Lesson of Your Clock
The brass hands of the clock, turn without
any effort around.
It just gets the job done, yet makes nary a
single sound.
It functions which indubitable grace and
ballet-movement ease.
For you see my friends, the fortunate clock,
does not exist to please!
9/14/2022
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Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2022
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